I have the world's loudest, most stubborn 12 month old. She bellows at the top of her lungs even when she's happy, but when she's angry or disappointed, secure your ear protection.
Her tantrums are so dramatic I've had people in public whip around with a look of alarm and glower at me like they are pretty sure I just whacked the heck out of her. One fine GD advocate shook her head at me and said "she's just a sweet little baby."
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OTOH I've had other strangers say that I owe it to the world TO whack her one. Yeah right, not happening.
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I really dread the tantrums because I feel like there's nothing I can do about them and the consequences are going to come down on my head. She won't even nurse during them. She just wants to scream. I'm terrified we're going to get kicked off the bus someday because she dropped her toy robot on the floor and I had to move slowly to pick it up so as to not drop her or injure myself. Or because the baby she was talking to three rows up had to leave. Or because I won't let her bean me over the head with my Sigg. All of these things result in 0 to 90 in 2 seconds flat meltdowns. I'm terrified that someday someone is going to call social services because they hear her screaming in what sounds like agony all.the.time.
I know she is just fine physically--just had a checkup. I know exactly what her problem is: she's mama's daughter. I am a passionate, emotional (not to say histrionic) person. She is pretty much exactly like I was as a kid, by all accounts. She is just too young to find a constructive way to really express everything. I've been trying to help her with that--singing and clapping and smashing toys and whatever--but she's really too young for much of that to register. She's also too young to understand or respond to requests to use an inside voice. I've tried just whispering to see if she will imitate me but no go. When she gets physical--her thing when she gets frustrated right now is to grab part of my face or one of my nipples as hard as she can and RIP on it, ouch--I move her hand away and say "no, that hurts mama" but she just goes right back to it until I can put her down--which could be a while if I am sitting on the bus with her in the Ergo, for instance.
And when I set her down, guess what? She screams.
I don't even know if I should post this here as I fear I'll get a bunch of posts telling me I need to work harder to meet her needs. That I need to sit around the house topless all day and let her do what she wants and stop in to nurse whenenver, like I am nothign but a feeding station. Her NEEDS are being met. She gets nursed, cuddled, played with, fed, watered, napped, entertained, chilled, read to, you name it. When she wants it, she gets it. As instantly as possible. I am kind of sick of acting like she's a giant newborn but any attempt to scale back on that just makes things worse.
I adore her but I am spending way too much time near the end of my rope.
Her tantrums are so dramatic I've had people in public whip around with a look of alarm and glower at me like they are pretty sure I just whacked the heck out of her. One fine GD advocate shook her head at me and said "she's just a sweet little baby."
:OTOH I've had other strangers say that I owe it to the world TO whack her one. Yeah right, not happening.
:I really dread the tantrums because I feel like there's nothing I can do about them and the consequences are going to come down on my head. She won't even nurse during them. She just wants to scream. I'm terrified we're going to get kicked off the bus someday because she dropped her toy robot on the floor and I had to move slowly to pick it up so as to not drop her or injure myself. Or because the baby she was talking to three rows up had to leave. Or because I won't let her bean me over the head with my Sigg. All of these things result in 0 to 90 in 2 seconds flat meltdowns. I'm terrified that someday someone is going to call social services because they hear her screaming in what sounds like agony all.the.time.
I know she is just fine physically--just had a checkup. I know exactly what her problem is: she's mama's daughter. I am a passionate, emotional (not to say histrionic) person. She is pretty much exactly like I was as a kid, by all accounts. She is just too young to find a constructive way to really express everything. I've been trying to help her with that--singing and clapping and smashing toys and whatever--but she's really too young for much of that to register. She's also too young to understand or respond to requests to use an inside voice. I've tried just whispering to see if she will imitate me but no go. When she gets physical--her thing when she gets frustrated right now is to grab part of my face or one of my nipples as hard as she can and RIP on it, ouch--I move her hand away and say "no, that hurts mama" but she just goes right back to it until I can put her down--which could be a while if I am sitting on the bus with her in the Ergo, for instance.
And when I set her down, guess what? She screams.
I don't even know if I should post this here as I fear I'll get a bunch of posts telling me I need to work harder to meet her needs. That I need to sit around the house topless all day and let her do what she wants and stop in to nurse whenenver, like I am nothign but a feeding station. Her NEEDS are being met. She gets nursed, cuddled, played with, fed, watered, napped, entertained, chilled, read to, you name it. When she wants it, she gets it. As instantly as possible. I am kind of sick of acting like she's a giant newborn but any attempt to scale back on that just makes things worse.
I adore her but I am spending way too much time near the end of my rope.












